Beiyang new warlord

Where did she encounter such disrespect, Chiyohime immediately pouted her mouth angrily, but Chang Ping's smile remained the same, and he said with a smile: "Containing Mongolia is a major event for the empire for thousands of years. I think it was the ancestor Yingzong back then. The emperor mishandled it, and tens of thousands of Vala troops attacked the capital, so this time, according to His Majesty's order, the Imperial Capital Daily will follow up and report on the opening of the entire Baoketu Coal Mine, and show Lord Qu's achievements along the way!"

"Don't worry, my lord, Chiyo and I will only interview some questions, and won't dictate to your lord's administration!"

Even if you don't have a lot of money, fame is also an irresistible temptation. Hearing that Chang Ping made a special trip to report on him, even if he was dead, Qu Shixu couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Since this is the case, I invite the two ladies to stay at the Fuya Hotel first. Tomorrow, the officials will ask General Shen to send a team of imperial soldiers to escort the ladies out of customs!"

"Thank you, my lord!"

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Everything is in line with later generations. Behind this government office, a special official hotel has been built for lower-level officials to come to the provincial capital for meetings and study. There is a place to stay. Changping and Chiyohime are noble, and the third floor is the best. The two top-level suites were allocated directly to the two of them. Before the luggage was moved, Chiyohime took the ball and ran out to play, but Changping stared at the staff of the guest house as they moved all her things in. , put it away.

After everyone walked away, they locked the door vigilantly, and stretched out their hands to pull down the curtains. Then Aimee Zhu took out the key and opened the big locked box. Just when the lid was pushed open, a dark The thing came out unexpectedly.

"woo woo woo woo!!!"

The eyes are covered with blindfolds, the small mouth is stuffed with hemp walnuts, the saliva is flowing crystal clear all over the chest, revealing the outline of the bulging rabbit, and it has been bound and locked in the box for more than two days, even She was tied up to go to the toilet, and she finally saw some light. The complaining chick came out and screamed impatiently.

But up to now, Chang Ping still doesn't believe her, there's nothing he can do, he's experienced too many conspiracies and tricks recently, he reached out to remove her blindfold, and amidst the little girl's blushing twittering, Chang Ping was cold with one finger. The cold tree was in front of her eyes.

"I'll be out tomorrow! You have to be honest with me, or I'll kill you!"

Seeing Chang Ping's serious face and murderous gaze, she shivered cleverly, and the little girl immediately poked her head like a chicken sucking rice.

"Mmmmmmm!"

Chapter 732. The fierceness of the Mughals

The three buddies of the later generations have a divine drama, "King Baahubali". The king in Indian history has become Sun Wukong. , All kinds of weird big killers fall into the enemy's line, harvesting heads is like spawning monsters in pirated legends.

But sometimes, it seems that such war scenes are not so exaggerated.

In mid-April, in Suliba, the [-] army of the Mughal Empire's main force in the Bengal province and the more than [-] rebels of the Maratha Khulna state were confronting each other.

In terms of morale, the Maratha people are still so high. They have just crushed the two direct-controlled states of Bangladesh. They have not encountered any decent resistance along the way. Even those low-caste light infantry plundered There are a lot of valuable things, and the [-]% profit is enough to make people take risks. Now, although the Bangladeshi army is thick in front of them, these descendants of fighting ethnic groups seem to have passed them and saw the golden-roofed mosque in Chittagong palace.

On the horizon, a large group of "martial arts masters" formed a slightly messy formation, facing the densely packed imperial army. These three brother version of the stylus scholars, the tiger claws and the two heroes held up various strange weapons, clanging against each other. The imperial army on the opposite side showed off its force.

Not to mention, the Marathas were synonymous with warriors during the long years of the Delhi Sultanate’s rule. Seeing so many Marathas roaring at themselves, the light infantry army mainly composed of temporarily recruited townspeople, It was really a commotion of fear.

However, as if turning a blind eye to the whispers of his subordinates, the Nawab of Bengal, the deputy king of Jastanbul with the blood of the Golden Family flowing in his veins, waved his hands behind him indifferently.

On both sides of the gun tower, the elephant slave soldiers wearing gilded chain armor immediately stretched out their torches to both sides, and the war elephants that were moving forward while being driven by the elephant trainers trembled twice. Twenty heavy stone shells from the first war elephant slammed into the Maratha "martial arts master" army formation.

It is estimated that these martial arts masters lack the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt. With the crisp sound of clicking, the stone cannon dripped twenty bright red bloodstains in the dense crowd.

There was still a distance of more than 500 meters, but they were attacked by artillery fire. The Kshatriya nobles of the various Maratha clans roared and gave orders to charge. The mighty Maratha warriors rushed towards the imperial army like a flood. come over.

However, in terms of military command, the Mughal Empire is indeed superior. Facing the overwhelming number of martial arts masters charging, despite the panic, the heavy central light infantry group slowly formed a phalanx under the orders of Persian Turkic officers at all levels. They fought forward, and after marching for 3 minutes, the elephant cannon weighing several hundred kilograms sprayed a second artillery fire at the swarming crowd.

These giant-level meat tanks once again set off a storm of blood among the crowd.

I remember that the 400-meter run is considered the most difficult event in the later generations of sports. It is a sprint that requires a burst of speed, but also requires some endurance support for a long-distance run. Even these Maratha fighters began to be a little out of breath after running for hundreds of meters. stand up.

But at this time, the marching imperial army came to a sudden stop. Following the obscure and unpleasant order of the Persian officer, amidst the clattering sound, more than 3000 arquebus gunmen rushed out from the front of the army, laying on the thick The third row of the Central Military Array.

With an order, amidst the crackling sound of popping beans, the panting stylus, the yin and yang judges fell to the ground again.

Fortunately, this is already close to the front line of 50 meters, and the Maratha fighters have a morale bonus when fighting the Indian soldiers with the same surname. Roaring and trying their last strength, the army of martial arts masters finally fought fiercely with the Central Army. They collided violently.

puff puff~

Blood spattered, the round pot shield and the imperial round bamboo shield collided fiercely, and in the gap, the short spear ruthlessly pierced into the opponent's flesh. Amid desperate screams, the soldiers in the front row They fell down one after another, and immediately after the gap, the sword and shield fighters and Maratha martial arts masters in the back row squeezed in again, engaging in more intense melee combat.

However, this strangely shaped weapon is quite lethal. An imperial light infantryman screamed in fear and slightly untied his shield, trying to stab the short spear out, but suddenly a black tiger claw grabbed at it. He touched the edge of his round shield, and yanked it downwards. The next second, the hapless light infantry's pupils were filled with tiger claws that were caught on his face.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The eyeballs were all scratched out, the bridge of the nose was broken, and the lips were like cut sausages. Covering his bleeding face, the imperial light infantry directly threw away the weapon, knelt on the ground and screamed miserably.

On the other side, Judge Shuangbi, who specializes in the lower three roads, was almost squatting, and a few stylus scholars directly plunged under the shields of the imperial infantry group with their waists bent, and with a few puffs, their knees were pierced into a transparent town. The militiamen also descended from the painful orbit, and the two smooth judge pens pierced like the wind, piercing straight along the abdomen to the chest. The body of this fallen imperial light infantry had two rows of neat bloody holes like buttons.

But when the Maratha people on the front line were showing their kung fu to their heart's content, under a huge hiss, the long nose wearing a sharp and heavy armor suddenly twitched over. A bloody gash was cut in the scholar's chest by the metal thorn of the elephant's trunk, and he flew out spurting blood.

Underneath, a Maratha warrior holding a fist, sword and grass shield narrowly avoided the elephant's trunk at the last moment, and rolled over in a low body, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly a shadow fell on his head again The top was suddenly revealed, and in his horrified cry, the heavy elephant legs trampled down hard.

In the era of cold weapons, the strongest infantry in the West, the Alexander Legion, had been killed in front of the fangs of these guys. The Marathas, who also belonged to the Light Infantry Legion, had no advantage. Ten war elephants are like ten tanks. Neighing and roaring like that, he rushed into the crowd, no matter what kind of stylist or tiger claws, he didn't even have the strength to stop him for a moment. Along the way, the people who were thrown by the elephant's trunk were turned on their backs, and the corpses trampled by the elephant's feet were piled up. Looking at these "tanks", the Imperial Light Infantry Corps, who had been beaten helplessly, mustered up their courage, and pierced fiercely with short spears, widening the wounds torn open by war elephants in fear.

After more than 20 minutes of fierce fighting, the fierce Marathas were already in danger of being cut.

"Scrap!"

In this scene, the edge commanded the cavalry phalanx, and the military governor Mir Jabr, who was also a member of the royal family, showed an extremely disappointed expression. He put down the binoculars he got from Mingren, and he also fiercely raised his horsewhip. .

"charge!"

The sound of rumbling horseshoes suddenly became denser. On the right wing, the Lapudjet cavalry who had been walking slowly rushed towards the left wing of the Maratha battle group as if they had been beaten into chicken blood. After a while, the feudal cavalry on the right wing and the feudal cavalry also raised their whips violently, and the two groups of cavalry directly rushed into the Maratha battle formation from the two wings unreasonably and fiercely, in front of the galloping horses, Maratha warriors in bamboo armor and even shirtless were knocked into the air like rag dolls.

Finally, the Maratha warriors, known for their bravery and skill in combat, began to collapse.

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Subali battlefield, dusk.

The bloody battle lasted for more than a day. At least [-] of the [-] Maratha people were killed on the battlefield. The corpses in the mountains and plains stretched for several miles from the main battlefield. The astonishing bloody smell attracted countless people. Indistinct crows, vultures and flies hovered over the battlefield, and even the sound of buzzing flies fluttering their wings was terrifying.

The Marathas were indeed fierce and aggressive, but they forgot that if they had defeated the Mughals back then, the Delhi Sultanate would not have perished.

There were a few more scars on the war elephant, but it didn't seem to be a big deal. The two elephant cannons were untied, and the tired war elephant knelt on the ground, using the nose that had just killed countless people to roll bananas into its mouth deftly. A Turkic general ran over with a plate in his arms, knelt heavily on the ground, and lifted the silver plate high with both hands.

The red silk on the plate was uncovered, revealing the ferocious head inside.

The head of the Tubang King Kurkuna!

Like a century-old kurnamaratha that had been stabbed in the subba of Bengal, it was destroyed in his own hands. Nawabjastanbul sucked deeply for a few minutes as if intoxicated. The air in the mouth is full of bloody smell.

Just at this time, the military governor Mir Jabr ran over with great interest, and handed up a bucket of parchment with both hands.

"Nawab, a document sent by Wu Sangui, a Tang Dynasty man in Calcutta!"

Although Wu Sangui is really on the eradication list, but this kid's drilling camp is indeed something that Jastanbul likes. He has just won a big victory. It is estimated that these British guys and Chinese guys will have to offer a large sum of money to reward the army. The mood is just right , Nawabu reached out and broke the fire stick on the parchment, but after only looking at it for two or three seconds, the smile on his face disappeared. Trembling with anger and violently, he threw the parchment into a pool of blood, and the Bengal emperor roared violently.

"Rebels, bold!"

"Pass on the king's order, the army will go south, and go straight to Calcutta!!!"

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